Artoria the Big Liar

The left hand locked her waist, and the right hand controlled her neck, staring into her eyes from a very close distance, extremely rough, even tyrannical.

It's as if the witch is not a living person, but my belonging, the treasure hidden in the pile of gold coins by the evil dragon that slaughtered the country.The dragon will never allow her to leave, and the dragon will never allow any creature to covet her.This is the reverse scale of the dragon, let alone touching it by others, even if they just stare at it for a short time, the dragon's claws will tear it into pieces, and it will be bitten into pieces by the dragon's teeth.

"Jeanna, let me ask you a question." At this moment, my voice seemed to be as deep as a dragon's.

"Uh... what's the problem?" Those golden eyes were filled with fear.

"If you really think so, you can kill me now." I growled in a low voice, the malice and curse were almost similar to the demons in the classics. "You're a phantom that was created. So, you must be on some kind of mission, right? If you don't want me to be some shit 'king of eternity', you cut off my head, and I'm sure I'll die. If you want me Be that shit 'The Philosopher King of Dystopia', you will pierce my heart, wake me up at the appointed time, use your banner, use your ability to order me, let me do those things... In this way, your mission is completed, right?"

"You, what are you thinking?" The witch was so frightened that she wanted to struggle to get out of my arms.

But how could I possibly let her go?Under her struggle, my movements became more violent, almost out of control: "What did I do wrong, you want to treat me like this? Do you think I am something? Take it if you want, give it away if you want? Let Na, did you make a mistake, did you really think that the person named 'Artoria' should treat everyone with overwhelming tenderness? Yes, that's right, I am Artoria. But I am nothing Arturia Uther Pendragon! I am Arturia Vortigern Pendragon! My father is the humble king Vortigern, not Uther's trash! Do you understand? Do you understand!!?"

I stared into her eyes, into those beautiful, golden eyes, into the terror in them.

And then... I let go, completely let go.

The surface of the boiling lake gradually cooled down, the mist transpiring in the air turned into freezing fog, and the semi-magma gradually froze, leaving behind on the surface of the lake, like a huge sore, exuding a disgusting smell—my heart, my emotions, Has turned into such an ugly thing.I managed to stand without falling over, without huddling in a corner like Mordred, hugging my legs.

I lowered my head, pursed my lips, turned around, and wanted to leave.

In a daze, I saw the crown at my feet, it was still so clean and so radiant.

But now, it's so small, so small that I can hardly see it... It's like a huge dragon looking down at the crown made of gold.Compared to that treasure that you can't even take your eyes off, this crown is not worth mentioning at all. It is no different from those coins and goods. In the end, it is just a symbol made of gold, which is very meaningful to people, and it is very meaningful to dragons. It's just a gold utensil.

At this moment, my mentality suddenly changed.Wrapped in darkness, it was so cold that it was frozen, and it was full of magma-like sores.

I finally remembered that I am no longer the king, everyone who deserves death is dead, and those who are not deserved are also dead.Now it is no longer the end of the fifth century like a garbage dump, but the beginning of the 21st century full of prosperity.I don't have to please everyone...

That's right...that's right...since I woke up, I shouldn't please anyone at all!Whether it's Mordred, that fake teacher, or the students around me like flies, why should I please them?Why should I please them! ?

Thinking about the words I said before falling asleep at noon, I really want to slap myself at that time!

Why should I say sorry to those people!Why do I have to be such a king!

I told Mordred that I love them all, but what did they do to me, how did they respond to this love!Why do I have to bear everything, why do I have to be some shit "Philosopher King" or shit "Eternal King"!

Thinking about it like this, as if the knot in my heart had been untied, I felt refreshed, unprecedentedly refreshed, as if all the chains on my body had been chopped into pieces, as if.And not only the shackles of the king, but even the shackles of people, I have completely detached myself and become a real evil dragon...

However, before taking a few steps, I was hugged.The person who hugged me could only be a witch.

"Sorry, sorry... Arthur, sorry... that's not what I meant."

Suddenly, I seem to be aware of something, I feel something dimly.

I didn't respond to the witch's apology, nor did I respond to her panic.

Memory connects memory, emotion connects emotion.The so-called lake surface shattered like a mirror, and the so-called dreamland dissipated like a mist.

I look up to the sky.There was nothing there, but I watched the being who was staring at me, sneering viciously.

It was wearing a blue dress and a purple mask, staring at me, laughing at me—.

"Get out of my heart!"

At this moment, I knew its name, as if I knew it from the beginning.

Yes... can't be wrong.I did know it from the beginning, just forgot - along with the memory of the previous life.

"——Sex Evil!"

Chapter 38: Love and Tragedy (4K)

As I utter that name, extreme emotions are drained from the ocean of consciousness.

I have returned to the original me, not a tyrant, not a dragon, not a king, just an ordinary person.

Yes, ordinary people.No matter what great achievements I have achieved, only this fact is absolutely unshakable.

"... Slaanesh?" The figure of the witch came from behind me.

"The name of the evil god. Of course, it's just one of many names." I replied.Then, after a pause, I smiled softly and added with a relaxed mind: "Jeanna, don't worry about losing your mind one day. Because strictly speaking, I am also a creation of Slaanesh. Just now , I almost lost control of myself."

"Arthur, what are you talking about? You...are the creation of the evil god? This...how is this possible?"

As soon as she finished speaking, I gently let her loosen her hands.

Then, I turned around and looked at her with a smile.

In a calm and gentle tone, he said to her: "It's normal not to understand temporarily. There is no need to understand the kind of waste that has been piled up in the sewer for three days and three nights, and even the rats are disgusted to vomit. If not I saved a hand a long time ago, I am afraid that my current state is much worse than before, and the loss of sanity is mild."

Merlin frowned. She tried hard to think, but after thinking for a long time, she still didn't know the answer, so she asked directly: "Arturia, in human mythology, is there an existence similar to 'Slaanesh'?"

"Merlin, you should know Dionysus, the god of wine."

"Of course I know..." She suddenly came to her senses, her expression changed from serious to a chuckle: "Ah, so that's the case, I understand now when you say that."

"What? What are you talking about?" The witch who knew nothing asked in confusion.

"Bacchanalism. There is an introduction to this kind of esoteric religion on the Internet, and you will understand it after reading it." I explained, "In short, it is a secret that seeks sensory and psychological stimulation and tries to get close to Dionysus in an emotional outburst. Faith. People who follow this esoteric religion are either alcoholics or drug addicts, or pimps, or pica, and various other mental disorders. Lock nine out of ten of these people in the Hospitals or prisons, there is one missing."

"...Arturia, you mean, you were created by this 'Slaanesh'?" Merlin asked.

This is more troublesome to explain.But after thinking about it for a while, I decided it would be better to speak out.

Unlike Mordred, I don't have to worry about saying the wrong thing when talking to Merlin.Merlin's intelligence is very high, she can distinguish the true meaning of my words, and there is basically no misunderstanding.

Thinking about it this way, I spoke with eloquence:

"Merlin, when you were in Avalon, you said that I have a power of prophecy. Yes, it does exist. But the source of that power of prophecy is not me, but this evil god. This is not a prophecy It is the power of fate, but the power of fate. It forged another Aksha record, recorded my deeds in it, and tried to create a tragedy, a grand tragedy."

"In ancient Greece, performing tragedies was an offering ceremony to Dionysus. When the tragic story reached its peak, accompanied by intense sadness, emotions were released, and believers of Dionysus offered these emotions as sacrifices to Dionysus, thus from Gaining power from the God of Dionysus—I am afraid that in our world, the object of worship of Dionysus Mystery has been replaced by Slaanesh.”

"Merlin, your prophecy is not wrong. King Arthur was bright from the beginning. The nature of my magic power has become dark, even a copy of Vortigern. Before I draw the sword of choice, you waited I can't find me, these are the results of Slaanesh's distortion—since it is a tragedy, some clumsy settings must be added. No matter how deliberate and clumsy this setting is, it always exists and always works, until the play When it’s over, people get used to it.”

That was the way it was, only I forgot it later, just as I forgot what Slaanesh looked like.

Yes, there’s nothing wrong with that. In the school’s barrier before, I saw that dimensional demon looked like Slaanesh.

Wearing a long night-like dark blue dress with the lights of stars dotted in the skirt, her figure is almost perfect, her skin is so fair that she is almost transparent, her long hair is almost at ankle level, but she wears a mask—no decoration, just a piece Flat metal mask.This is what Slaanesh looks like, this is what the god of love, passion, excitement, tragedy, and all that is sensual looks like.

Merlin closed his eyes, digesting the information I gave.

She is a wise man, and wise men naturally have doubts, much more doubts than ordinary people.

"Arturia... how do you know? Uh... I mean, how do you maintain yourself?" Merlin asked.

"I can't remember exactly. However, there are two wedges in my heart that fix my mental state. The first wedge is an actor——I am an actor standing on the stage, and I am the lead actor of the play. I All of my actions are a kind of imitation and performance. So instead of consciousness and soul being dissolved into the repertoire, I am able to sustain myself. There is one more... I can't say. I can't remember what it is, but it Always reminding me that I am a loving person..."

Was it a dog, or a cat, or just a schizophrenic hallucination?

These memories have been buried in the past, forgotten by me.The only thing I can remember is that it actually existed.

Merlin was thinking again.Not only Merlin, Morgan and the Witch are also thinking, trying to break through the boundaries of words and connect with my mind.

It took a long time to think about it this time.In order to facilitate understanding, I try to guide understanding in the form of questions and answers: "Merlin, I think you should know that after coming to this era, I am becoming more and more abnormal."

"Well. You are getting more and more sensitive and irritable." Merlin replied.

"The reason is that the first wedge was forgotten by me. I thought I was no longer King Arthur, no longer an actor, and finally free to be myself. This indulgence made the power of Slaanesh rise within me effect, my spirit was gradually corrupted, and my sensibility was gradually dissolved—yes, indulgence, this is the essence of Slaanesh’s power. After meeting Jeanne, my spirit was further indulged and corrupted, and the more I I can't control my emotions more and more—Morgan, Merlin, you know me, in the past, no matter what the situation was, I would never allow my emotions to get out of control."

"...But, Artoria, how did you find out that you were corrupted?" Merlin asked.

"Slaanesh tried to change my perception of Mordred. Then, my second wedge worked."

If you ask me what is the biggest difference from the traditional King Arthur, it must be my attitude towards Mordred.Except for me, no King Arthur would approve of Mordred, let alone intervene in Mordred's growth and education.Therefore, Mordred became my reverse scale, and I was able to take off the mask of being a king and treat my children with my own truth.

The dragon will be angry if Nilin is touched.But if you try to replace the reverse scale, it will definitely wake up the dragon completely.

"So it's like this..." The witch said lightly, "No wonder when you were at home just now, you said that you have never relieved stress in your life."

I nodded: "Well, stress relief is tantamount to indulgence. Once I relax, I will be corrupted by Slaanesh."

"Thinking about it now, it seems that I am really a creation of Slaanesh..." The witch's smile became more and more erratic, as if it would disappear at any time, and it seemed that something was changing. "Continuously tempting you not to speak, and trying to get you to take off King Arthur's mask, and even trying to lead to a tragedy at the end... Heh... really clumsy enough."

"As long as we stand on the stage, as long as there are audiences in the audience, we are all actors in drama."

"In that case..."

She wants to back off, she wants to leave.

But, in an instant, I grabbed her and held her wrist.

"...It's all like this, can it be true?"

"As long as it's from the heart and not faked, it's true. I can detect any trace of fakery..." After thinking about it, Jeanna is not very smart, so I can only Make it easy to understand: "Or think about it this way, only the most real and passionate feelings can make me indulge in it. I play King Arthur, and you play the dragon witch, but we ourselves are related to King Arthur and the dragon. The witch is completely different. We dance together on the stage, sing together, and express our emotions together... You and I are the same existence, there is no distinction between high and low, and you have no reason to leave."

"How does it sound like the plot of Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"

"It's very different. Mr. and Mrs. Smith fell in love and killed each other, but the link of killing each other doesn't exist in your script."

Indeed, it does not exist in the script, otherwise it would be contrary to the purpose of the play, and the script would immediately become rubbish.

The best actors have been hired, the stage has been built at a huge cost, and the investor, director, and producer are evil gods themselves. If the script becomes rubbish, the entire show will become worthless—this is impossible. After all, the script was chosen by the evil god.

"So, Arthur, do you know what's written in the script?"

"Do you really want me to tell?"

"Say it out and listen, lest I worry all day, for fear that I did something wrong."

I started recalling the dream I had this morning.

The love so hot as to burn, the sadness so regretful that it is almost hopeless, are undoubtedly the script itself.

As for who gave me the script... It doesn't matter, just like the identity of the cultivator of the Mechanicus.

After thinking for a while, I finally told the content of the script.

"The Dragon Witch does not exist. She herself is just a created phantom, a bubble-like dream. She met and fell in love with King Arthur who had unburdened herself, and transformed each other with all the good things in the world. Then, suddenly, there was One day, the phantom couldn't sustain itself. They began to suffer, they went mad, they hurt each other with love, they hurt the world with love. Until finally, in order to protect the phantom, King Arthur died, she killed herself. Then , from Arthur's heart, from that love, was born an evil dragon capable of destroying everything. The name of the Dragon Witch is worthy of the name, and the experience of being burned is also certain. She is no longer a phantom, she has become a real The living individual—just, Arthur, who accompanied her, is just a beast that has no reason at this moment, and can no longer respond to that love. They wandered the barren land until the planet collapsed..."

"What a good script. If it is made into a movie, it will definitely sell well, right?" The witch's voice was unexpectedly calm.

So, my voice was equally calm: "It still depends on the actors' acting skills, the director's guidance, and the producer's editing. This kind of tragedy is too emotional. Poor acting skills will only make the audience yell and refund their money."

The witch raised her right hand, put her fingertips against my chin, stroked down gently, passed my neck and collarbone, and stopped on my chest.

The witch smiled lightly, her pink lipstick was shining brightly in the sun, full of charm, like a real monster, full of temptation.

"So, my lead actor, what are we going to do now? Are we going to follow this script?"

"Of course not... I've already acted in a grand tragedy, and the evil god hasn't paid him yet."

"Perhaps, it has already been paid." Morgan's voice was unexpectedly calm, "Ah, that's right. The reward has indeed been given, and it has indeed been received."

"Morgan, you mean...?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Dragon Witch... No, Jeanne Darc, maybe from a dramatic point of view, you, like Guinevere, are the source of tragedy and disaster. But, from Artoria's point of view, You gave her beauty and happiness that she never dared to dream of." Gradually, Morgan's voice became more relaxed. "Reality is a hell constructed of countless beautiful ideas. What is wrong is not those beautiful ideas and beautiful things, but wrong actions and the passing of good things... Just like the play called "King Arthur", Everyone shows love in their own way, but pushes the loved one to the eternal abyss."

At this time, Merlin's voice was equally relaxed and calm: "Although it is the creation of the evil god, it is still human after all? Since it is a human being, and since there is still a choice now, it must overcome countless difficulties and thorns to pursue the one A happy ending that exists in possibility? Isn’t the so-called courage and the so-called greatness of human beings just such stories?”

"So, Jeanna... would you like to continue this story with me?"

"Heh... it sounds like I have other options for this 'remuneration'."

I closed my eyes and held her waist, like an opera, like a tango, I kissed lightly.

A little bit of coolness, a little bit of inclination, dreamy like a bubble dream, as far away as beyond the limit.

"Crack..."

The mechanical sound of the camera sounded.That was Merlin taking pictures with the witch's camera.

Memory freezes at this moment, and time is eternal at this moment.

In a repertoire set on the stage of reality, we dance together.

Together we... sing.

Chapter 39: Shura Field (5K2)

So, why is it like this?

Emotions calmed down, the corruption was cleaned up, the actor's mask was put back on, and I was finally back to normal.

But, it's just that I'm back to normal.